Chapter 7: Chapter 7

I took a step back from him uncertainly, but like a predator he even seemed to take pleasure in the fact that I was so afraid of him. Something flashed in his eyes that I had never seen before in anyone else and when he started undoing the buttons of his white shirt calmly and calmly, I really felt like the prey he was about to hunt down .

"What's your name?" he asked in his dark voice and let his irises wander over my slightly trembling body with relish, biting his lower lip when he reached my breasts.

"Ludovica", I tried to say confidently, but it was more of a breath that came out of my lips.

"I'm glad, Ludovica," he whispered, and the way he said my name was so full of excitement that my cheeks immediately flushed and I tried to avoid his intense gaze. But where should I look?

"Get undressed," he then suddenly demanded coolly, taking off his shirt, which gave me a glimpse of his well-trained upper body. Ignoring his request, I looked at his many tattoos in awe, until I saw a scar on the skin next to his heart that at first glance reminded me of a gunshot wound.

Startled at the type of guy I was looking at, I gasped and tried to get past him to the door again, but with a skilled grip on my waist, he pulled me towards him and pressed his torso against my back while I struggling to catch her breath from all the chaos.

"I'm sorry, but I'm really in the wrong room," I whispered, hoping for my freedom, but he then very slowly brought his hand down my stomach to stroke between my breasts and down to my neck, where he arrived stopped briefly.

"I know, little one," he whispered into my ear and turned me around on my shoulder so that I had to look deep into his eyes again. "You can go and through the black door to these old farts who'll probably get you through it 'til tomorrow morning so bummed on their Viagra pills. Or you can stay with me and trust me to make your first time unforgettable..."

"How do you know-"

"You can see it," he whispered, tucking a strand of black hair behind my ear. Just that touch made my heart almost jump out of my chest as the image of the two old men again made me familiarly sick.

"What do you mean by unforgettable?" I asked with a lump in my throat and looked up at him uncertainly.

"Just have faith," he whispered and slowly pushed my hips towards the bed, the edge of which I felt in my calves shortly afterwards. I dropped onto the edge and played unsteadily with my hands, watching him curiously as he picked up the handcuffs and continued to stare at me excitedly.

"Hands up," he demanded, and I wanted to get up and leave, but the certainty that I was going to lose my virginity that night made me stay put.

Holding my breath, I raised my arms, which felt heavy as lead, and stretched them out towards him, whereupon he took one of my hands in his to gently stroke it with his thumb before fastening the handcuffs around them and I lightly winced when that clicking sound appeared.

"Lie down," he ordered and I suddenly did it as if I were just his puppet, because his way of looking at me was so dominant that I knew he wouldn't like contradicting me.

Who knew what he would have done to me if I had sat down?

Taking a deep breath, I laid my head down on the soft pillow and briefly closed my eyes before looking back at him. He fastened the other part of the handcuffs to the bedpost and then stood next to me on the bed to look me up and down as a shiver ran through my body.

"What were you doing?" I suddenly blurted out as I watched excitedly as he unbuckled the belt on his black pants.

"What do you mean?" he demanded and I pointed to the scar next to his heart with my free hand. He followed my gaze, ran his hand over his chest and looked at me blankly again.

"Trusted the wrong people," he explained calmly, taking off his pants so that he was only standing in his boxer shorts and I quickly stared wide-eyed at the ceiling, where I had to realize with a start that it was made entirely of mirrors.

That had to be a joke!

As he was about to lean over me, I clenched my thighs in embarrassment and looked at him pleadingly.

"Can you turn off the light?" I asked and he looked at me completely confused, as if he couldn't understand why I was even asking for that.

"No," he replied coolly, spreading my thighs apart with his hands, causing me to blush and take a deep breath.

"Relax," he said, kneeling between my legs to support himself with his hands on either side of my shoulder so that his face was now right over mine and we locked eyes again. "You just need to relax. I would never do anything you wouldn't like," he whispered in my face, his lips so close to mine I could feel my heart pounding in my throat.

"Okay," I then said, fascinated by his dominating charisma and then really tried to surrender to this hopeless, yet aroused situation.

He looked into my eyes for a little while longer and then started trailing his lips down my neck, after which I closed my eyes and just tried to enjoy it.

"You smell good, Ludovica," he breathed against my skin and sucked lightly on my neck, moving his lips further and further over my body.

He kissed down my collarbone, running his hand down my side, and when he suddenly stood up and tore my dress open without much effort, I looked into his eyes, panting, watching him slide his irises over mine with only a pair of panties clothed body.

He bit his lower lip, then put his hands on my panties and pulled them down my legs without much effort, which wasn't a problem either, because my body reacted completely differently to him than my mind.

Because while my mind just wanted to get out of this situation, I felt the heat between my legs, the hardening of my nipples and also that even my legs helped him to take off my panties.

And suddenly all I could see was black...